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“What are you doing?” I ask then clear my throat.

He smiles at me and tosses his tie to the floor. “You’re my queen,” he states proudly. “And every queen needs a throne.”

I blink. My mind still fuzzy from alcohol, and my body still humming with need. “I don’t …”

He leans forward in the chair placing his elbows on his knees. “Come here, my queen. Your throne awaits.” He licks his lips, and I smile at him as realization dawns.

I drop my clutch on the floor and make my way over to him. His dark green eyes look me up and down with heat in them. When I come to a stop before him, he places his hands on my hips and runs them up and down. He leans his head forward, and the chair he sits in along with the height of my heels puts my sex right in front of him.

He inhales sharply. “I can smell how wet you are,” he whispers proudly.

I place my hands in his hair and wrap my fingers around the brown strands. I yank his head back, and he hisses in a breath as he looks up at me. “What are you gonna do about that?” I ask.

He smiles, making his eyes light up with mischief. He leans back in the chair pulling me with him. He reaches up and pulls my hands free of his hair. Then he scoots down, positioning his head by my lower belly as I straddle him. He pushes me up the chair, and I spread my legs for him, placing them on the armrests.

He shoves my dress up and around my stomach, and then I feel his hand on my hip. He grips the thin black lace of my panties and yanks on them. I yelp in surprise as the fabric burns my skin from the force of his hand tearing it apart. My head falls back to look up at the ceiling, and I pant as I feel his breath on my sex.

“I’m been craving you all week,” he states, placing both of his hands on my hips.

I cry out when I feel his lips on my pussy. He’s not gentle. His tongue makes long strokes, and my body tightens as his tongue enters me. My dress falls over his head, and I place my hand on the back of the high back chair, gripping it tightly.

“Ryder.” I gasp as I feel his teeth nip here and there. “Oh God …” I suck in a deep breath as my hips rock back and forth as I ride his face.

He growls against my sex, and his fingers dig into my hips. I lose track of time. I close my eyes and lose my sight and hearing. All I can do is feel. I feel every stroke of his tongue. I feel the power in his fingers holding me in place. And most of all, I feel his desire to please me.

I come on his tongue, screaming out his name and panting as I open my eyes. Colors look faded and objects come in and out of focus as I come down from the highest orgasm I’ve ever had.

When he releases me, I fall against the chair. He sits back up, wraps his arms around my waist, and stands from the chair, carrying me down the hallway.

He walks into my bedroom, slamming the door shut with his foot, and lays me on the bed. I lie there, still breathing heavy, and my sex swollen as he rips his shirt open, buttons hitting the hardwood floor. He kicks off his shoes and strips out of his pants.

Then he’s on top of me. His hands in my hair. His hard cock pressing against my throbbing sex. I go to speak, but his lips are on mine moments later. He kisses me desperately, and I kiss him back, tasting myself on his lips.

“Taste that?” he asks, running a hand down my cheek. “That’s the taste that drives me wild,” he states.

I go to speak, but he removes the back of his hand from my face and wraps it around my throat. I arch my back and suck in a ragged breath before he takes it away. He lowers his face to mine and whispers, “I’m just getting started, beautiful.”

CHAPTER TWELVE

RYDER

She’s lying next to me in bed naked as I run my hand up and down her bare arm. Silence fills the room as we lie in darkness. Not sure what time it is, but I’m not tired. I’m afraid if I close my eyes that I’ll wake up and she’ll be gone. Like this night was just a dream.

“Are you awake?” I ask.

A long silence follows as I continue to rub her arm softly. I think she has fallen asleep when she finally whispers, “Yes.”

I shift so I’m facing her. Even though I can’t see her, I still want her body against mine. My hand covers the small of her back, and I pull her to me. Her right leg slides over my hip as she gets closer.

“There’s so much we need to discuss,” she says softly.

“It can wait,” I tell her, just wanting to enjoy this moment with her.

“It can’t,” she insists.

I let out a long breath. “Okay. You go first.”

“Bradley proposed to me.”

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